"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Mondays.How mundane they can be.Yet,Their importance weighs heavy,As the start of a week where you get to decide to let it all go,Or,Continue carrying what's making your knees buckle,And,Buckle.Trembling with each step taken forward,Towards a jungle too dark for one to foresee the outcome of their journey through.What Monday truly is,Is your chance to break... Continue Reading →
Open mics are exhausting.Full of so many personalities,Opportunities,And,Support most of us don't feel like we deserve.The chance to observe reasons why we're so hard on ourselves.Dreams we're blessed to witness come alive,As well as doe for reasons we may never know.But,It's a sign worthwhile.An adventure for a drifter with no table to place his journal... Continue Reading →
Catching Z's nowadays are better than being awake.There is nothing to my day,Besides an open mic with a mic I use,And,A home I've made on every stage I've been to.So,As I lay my head down while slipping into a dream,I can't lie by saying I'd like to wake up,And,Stay awake in this reality.A reality not... Continue Reading →
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